Los Banditos: A Biker Romance Collection

by Hazel Parker

  As she talked, I took stock of the situation, trying to gauge just how screwed I was here. Fucking Brenn, it was a wonder sometimes how I could love him. Did he even know whose baby she was carrying? Though, knowing Brenn, he wouldn’t care. He was so much more open. More willing to put himself out there and risk, to crave the type of life his father would have been proud of. So I guess it should come as no surprise. But fuck.

  “Macy, right?” I said, only vaguely aware that I had interrupted the conversation.

  “Right, Mr. Merrell.” Her lips twitched up like she wasn’t sure if she should think I was funny or rude.

  Her scent had settled around me now, making it hard for me to clear my thoughts. I wished they would leave me alone, let me think this through without watching me. I breathed in shallow breaths, trying to hold on to my casual tone.

  “You can call me Micah. I have a feeling we’ll be getting to know each other pretty well. Just like it seems you and Brenn have.”

  Her skin flushed a delicious shade of pink but her eyes never cut away from mine. I watched her chest move a little quicker, a little temper simmering below. I wished I didn’t like getting a rise out of her, wished I didn’t want to push her until she showed me the person she kept under that dress.

  “Micah.” Brenn’s face darkened, his voice lowered. “Let’s not get into all of that here.”

  “No, of course not. We wouldn’t want anyone to have to deal with any unexpected surprises, would we?” I asked with a pointed nod towards Macy’s belly. I was being an ass. I knew I was, but it felt so right to make him as angry as I was.

  “I’m not sure I’m following what’s happening here,” Macy said, looking up at Brenn.

  “Yes, Brenn, why don’t we get it all out in the open?” The bitterness welled up until I couldn’t contain it any longer.

  “Not here. After things wrap up, if you want. Or tomorrow.”

  “If there’s something going on that involves me, I’d like to know about it, too,” Macy said, her sharp eyes cutting between him and me. I didn’t want to look at her like she was on my side, but part of me was proud that she wasn’t willing to be silenced.

  Brenn’s stare was still on me, icy. After a minute, he looked down to Macy and conceded. He nodded to her and led the way to a door not far from where we were that led to the darkened, adjoining banquet room.

  Light spilled in through the windows from the street, but only enough to reveal features in the harsh half-light. Brenn walked in a few paces past Macy and I, his back to us. I settled against the wall, but Macy stood in place and when Brenn turned, he met her straight on.

  His face was somber, fingers fidgeting at his sides. A thread of guilt skittered through me at having forced his hand, but not enough to turn back now. I couldn’t go through another night alone, knowing what I know, not knowing where I stand.

  “Macy,” he said, taking a step forward only to stop again. “There are things that I haven’t been forthcoming about with you. Things that I didn’t mean to keep from you, but I have.” She simply watched him, gave him time to think through what he wanted to say.

  “I’ve never had a long term relationship with a woman before you. Not one like this, one that bowled me over and took me by surprise. And I never really thought I would find myself in a situation where I would find someone like you.”

  “What are you trying to say, Brenn?” she asked, apparently as anxious to have him cut to the chase as I was.

  “I love you, Macy.”

  Out of the three of us, I sure wasn’t expecting her to look the most surprised. She narrowed her eyes.

  “I sense a but somewhere here though.”

  “I love Micah, too,” he said. The words hung between the three of us like a heavy fog. Macy’s eyes flickered over to me, then back to Brenn.

  “You and Micah?”

  “Yes.”

  She nodded her head, but said, “I’m sorry, Brenn. I just am not seeing this very clearly. Are you ending things with me?”

  “No, that’s not what I want. I didn’t want this to be a shock. And I don’t want this to change things between us, but I’m not an idiot. I know that we can’t go back to the way it was, but I’m hoping this won’t ruin us. I never anticipated for things to go so far, otherwise I would have been upfront about this to begin with.

  “I’ve never hid my relationship with Micah, but at the time it didn’t seem like something that I needed to tell you about. And part of me wonders that, after things started getting serious with us, I put off telling you because I feared I would lose you.”

  “I still don’t see where I fit in here,” she said after a quiet moment, voice soft and eyes wavering between us.

  “See, man. I said you were fucking nuts.”

  “Stay out of it, Micah,” Brenn snapped without even looking at me.

  “No, this concerns me just as much as either of you two.” I pushed away from the wall, not willing to be kept out of this.

  Macy took a couple steps back, “Maybe I should go.”

  Brenn turned away from me, moving to her again.

  “No, Macy. Don’t.”

  “If she wants to go, let her. You can’t force her to understand.”

  “Micah, I love her. She’s having my baby, for Christ’s sake.”

  The edges began to fade to black as realization took hold. The baby was Brenn’s. Of course it was. He wanted to be with her, be a family. The rushing was back in my ears and I had to fight to keep the calm in my voice.

  “So you’d choose her over me, then?”

  “I’m saying that I don’t fucking know. I don’t want to have to choose.”

  His heated voice rang in my ears. My fist was through the wall before I had time to think. The pain shot up my hand and radiated through my arm, but I grit my teeth against it. I focused on the pain in my hand instead of the one coursing through my chest.

  “Shit,” I heard Brenn mutter from across the room. I glanced over my shoulder to see his back retreating towards the kitchen. I turned to touch my back to the cool wall and slid down to the floor, the fight draining out of me.

  Brenn had left the girl behind; she was standing there watching me. I didn’t know what the fuck to expect, but it sure as hell wasn’t for her to take another step in my direction.

  She was calm, her face not giving anything away, as she knelt beside me and held out her hand, palm up. I hesitated. Annoyance flickered across her features and she reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling it towards her. She made a clucking sound as she examined my hand, but my eyes stayed on her face, absorbed by her focus, her calm in the face of my fury.

  Brenn came back in, first aid kit in hand. He walked to her and set in on the floor beside us.

  “How is it?” he asked, the fight no longer in his voice either.

  “Cut, but not broken.” I glanced down then, not realizing it had been bleeding. “It’ll hurt for a few days, but he’ll be fine.”

  Brenn nodded and let her work, opening packets of antiseptic wipes and gauze while my hand rested on her leg. I leaned my head back against the wall and let her quick fingers clean and bandage my hand. She worked quietly and quickly, but despite how I had treated her up to this point, she was gentle.

  When she had finished, Macy took her time putting back the items from the kit, cleaning up the bits of garbage. Her eyes were trained on the task at hand, dutifully avoiding Brenn or me. When she had nothing else to keep her hands busy, she looked up at me, studied my face as if there was some question she was trying to puzzle out the answer to, before turning to face Brenn. Walking up to him, she put her hands on his chest.

  “I just need time,” she said, turning without giving him a chance to reply.

  He watched her leave, helpless to stop it. The relief I thought I’d feel didn’t come. Just more guilt.

  Brenn stood there for a long time afterwards. Too damn long. And when we finally left, it was in silence, with only a few instructions given to one of our
employees.

  Before we got home and into the sanctity of the darkness of my truck, I asked him, “So, do you hate me?”

  “Nah,” he said, and I was happy to see a half-hearted smile in the darkness. “Just replaying the past six months, wondering if I could have done anything differently. Anything that would have left me even slightly less fucked.”

  “You’re not totally fucked. Maybe she’ll come around.”

  “But then what? I can’t force you to like each other and I can’t expect either of you to live knowing the other exists. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  “I don’t know either, but we’ll figure it out. We always do. Maybe she’ll see the advantages of being around my bright, sunny personality.”

  The groan I got from him was probably as close to a laugh as I was going to get.

  ****

  I stuck around the next few days, checking out of my hotel room to stay with Brenn instead. It was good to spend time just hanging around with him, even if it was mostly just him moping around the house. Every now and then, he was roused out of his crappy mood with an Indiana Jones marathon, or a phone call from Macy.

  The two of them had been exchanging texts and a couple calls since the gala. Most of it was work related, what with Brenn being pretty much useless at work lately and Macy working from home this week. As for the rest of it, though, I wasn’t sure, and Brenn wasn’t sharing many details.

  As the week wore on and I started to reach my sulking limit, I tried to convince Brenn to get off his ass and go over to her place, hash things out. He refused, of course, but what I hadn’t been counting on was Macy.

  Near the end of the week, Brenn’s phone lit up with a text asking if she could come over. He paced the floor the entire twenty minutes it took for her to get over here and nothing I could say would convince him to calm his ass down.

  When she finally did knock on the door, he all but bolted to open it, leading her into the living room. He was careful not to crowd her, not to touch her. Hell, he didn’t even speak to her. We stood in silence, staring at each other for what felt like forever before Macy broke the quiet.

  “Sorry for just showing up like this. I’m not sure what I’m doing here; all I know is that I don’t want to leave things like they are.”

  His shoulders sagged with relief, like he had expected her to end things with him. The fear of rejection from someone you love was a feeling I could understand and it had been written all over his face. He stepped to her.

  “I would never put you in a position that you weren’t comfortable in, or do something you don’t want.”

  “What if I don’t know what I want yet?”

  “Then that’s fine too. I just don’t want you to leave.”

  Brenn wrapped her in his arms. She hugged him back, her contentment apparent, but her eyes wandered over to me. She ran them over me like she had at the gala. Like there was something she was trying hard to see, mapping my edges. Her eyes moved down until they stopped at my hand.

  “How’s the hand?” she asked. It was probably only the second thing she ever said directly to me, and I decided I liked how her voice sounded when it was directed at me. And I liked the fire she tried to conceal under her demure body.

  “It’s okay,” I said.

  Brenn relinquished his hold on her and turned. “He’s lying. The one cut hasn’t healed much yet, but he’s too stubborn to have it looked at.”

  “I can take a look. If you want,” she said, her bright eyes still trained to me.

  Macy walked over to me, and this time when she held out her hand for mine, I didn’t hesitate. She unwrapped the gauze and moved my hand under the light overhead.

  “This cut is deeper than I thought,” she said, more to herself than me.

  “I’ll grab the first aid kit,” Brenn said, before leaving us in the quiet of the room.

  She indicated I sit on the couch and I did. She sat beside me and pressed her fingers around the cut.

  “Why did you really come back?” I asked, taking advantage of having her to myself. Her eyes flickered up to mine. “I mean, a smart woman doesn’t just waltz into this fucked up scenario without a reason.”

  She turned her eyes back down to her inspection of my hand and answered with a shrug. “Brenn and I share a lot of things that I think are too rare to give up so easily. I love him and I trust him, and those things are hard to do sometimes. And if Brenn trusts you, then I do too. That’s enough reason for me to at least figure out what our future will look like, if there’s any future between us to be had.”

  Brenn had returned while she was talking and stood at the doorway, listening. My eyes met his.

  “You might regret that,” I said to her, to him.

  “Maybe. But I don’t think so.” Macy turned her head to Brenn and he walked over to hand her the kit before moving away again, giving us space. “I obviously wasn’t expecting this, but I wasn’t expecting Brenn in my life.

  “Or this baby, either. Unexpected doesn’t always mean bad. If life has taught me anything, it’s that it rarely follows a straight line. That doesn’t mean I’m any closer to knowing where to go from here, but at least I’m willing to try.”

  She worked while she talked, her nimble fingers cleaning the cut. She secured a bandage around it and closed both of her hands around mine. Her eyes searched mine like I held the answer. And being this close to her, I could see what Brenn saw.

  A fighter; someone strong enough to handle her own shit even when that shit was me. Someone who made our desire for a connection outside of ourselves not just a fantasy that you store in the back of your mind, but a real possibility.

  It didn’t escape me that Brenn was still standing, watching. How things went from here was up to her and I, and it had to be killing him to keep his distance, to chance his desires on us.

  His eyes were fixed on where Macy and I were touching, our hands, her knees against my thigh. It was too much of a temptation to resist and I found my fingers eager to see exactly how excited I could make him. How willing she really was to try. How far I would let myself go. My good hand covered hers, fingers dancing along the delicate skin at her wrist.

  “You’re sure you trust me?” I asked.

  Her bright eyes knew what I was asking, yet she nodded with no hesitation.

  “I need you to say it.”

  “I trust you,” she answered, licking her lips, anxiety laced with excitement.

  I had no idea anymore if I was trying to prove her wrong or if I wanted a taste of the pleasure she so readily gave Brenn. Once she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, though, it didn’t matter much anymore. I wanted to taste her skin and feel it against my own, and I hoped like hell she wouldn’t stop me.

  My hands gripped her wrists, though lamely with the one hand. Despite that, she came easily, willingly, when I pulled her towards me. Her legs straddled mine, but her head was turned to Brenn. She must have seen in him what I saw there: raw desire and lust, because when she turned back to me, there was no hesitation left.

  I tugged at her wrists again, bringing her closer to me, and I breathed in her warm skin. My lips met her neck, her collarbone, pulling delicate skin into my mouth. Her hands wriggled in my grasp. She could easily have moved them away. I gave her wrists a soft squeeze and she stilled them, submitting herself to me, giving me her trust, her body.

  And then he was there, behind Macy, his hands on her waist and his lips pressed to the shell of her ear. The air shifted around us, becoming warmer, heavier with Brenn so near. The inaudible words he was whispering to her made her moan against my lips and I swallowed her sounds.

  His hands moved between Macy and me, pulling up her shirt. I released my grip on her wrists, allowing him to slide it off. With her arms free, Macy slid the buttons of my shirt free, fingers greedy to pull the fabric away and move her hands over my chest. I shivered under her touch.

  I stood and her legs slid down my body until she was touching the floor. I curl
ed my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, and with her silent permission, I slid the button free and pushed them down. Once she stepped out of them, I ran my hands down her smooth body until I was gripping her perfect ass, raising her onto me again, feeling her warm center against me.

  I felt the familiar tug of Brenn’s hands on my belt, his firm grip dragging down, his eyes locking with mine over her shoulder. I saw his need, his desire to make this happen. And fuck it, so did I. I needed to know if she really could trust me like Brenn. Love me like Brenn. All my angst dissolved like salt in the rain under their touch on my body.

  Brenn grabbed onto my hips, walking us back to the wall. His one arm snaked around Macy’s waist, supporting her, while his other hand pinched at the stiff peaks of her nipples. Low moans filled the room and my cock began begging for attention.